Текст песни Sandal - Пряжа моих клубков

Mine Forests,
Designed to tremble
Someone crawled grass.
With thin tops
So wipe
I saw him.

In each movement of hands
Magic of all centuries.
I will bring him all
Yarn my clubs.

Sweet Spring Outfit,
The wind caresses Silk,
Want to breathe - breathe!
I solved sleep,
What I found me
The one is what lies in me.

In each movement of hands
Magic of all centuries.
I will bring him all
Yarn my clubs.

Lush and violent
In this spring.
I forced snow.
In these young streams
The strength of all mountain rivers.
I reflect the light.

His lips bloom
Best of flowers
I will bring him all
Yarn my clubs ...